Congratulations, looking forward to a resurgence in the Children. Always leads to interesting story developments.

Takes out the lizard and throws it at the person above me and flees yelling "Victory is Mine!"

Both mine and the Lizard in my nose's jaw drops in comedic shock at the person above me, You really should give it a try it's an awesome game

OOC: Thought it might be fun to do an FF style party adventure based around the Hunt for the horn. This is open to anyone but please post a bio at the start of your first post so that we know who your character is. Have fun everyone.

Bio

Cedon Bevara

Nationality: Cairhienian

Age:19

Appearance: Cedon stands at a height of 5” 11’, tall for a Cairhienian. He has shoulder length blonde hair with blue eyes. Walks with a certain pride that is unusual for one of a minor house but Cedon knows that he is destined for greater things. He is usually well dressed, but is also never without the sword that his family’s master of arms had gave him at his coming of age.

Personality: Cedon is a light-hearted man always ready with a smile. He is accounted a good player of the great game for his age even though he rarely involves himself. He much prefers to be honest with people than to deceive and this gives the impression of even deeper deception to those that are too immersed in the great game to understand that a man can be honest and true. He is quite intelligent and often has great insight, however he can also be over zealous and runs fool hardy into a situation before thinking about the consequences.

Weapon: sword- proficient

History-

Cedon is the younger son of the Minor house Bevara. He has an older brother Adaan whom is the heir to the family, which has left Cedon thinking of other ways to further his own reputation.

He had an average childhood of a noble. Cared for by servants always had money but his life was not totally pampered. His mother and father knew that he would have to be a great player in order to survive in this world of nobility. So they trained their younger son thoroughly in the ways of Daes Damir and had their master of arms train him with the sword. However Cedon’s honesty prohibited him from enjoying the Great Game so he often focused his attention on the sword. And at the age of 16 the Master at Arms bestowed upon him his very own sword. And since that day he was never again seen without it.

Also on that same year Adaan got married to another minor house. Which so happened to be to the sister of Cedon’s own best friend. And when Cedon turned 18 the light blessed his brothers union with a son, dashing any claim that Cedon might have had for the high seat of his house. Cedon felt no jealousy towards his brother and actually felt relieved that the pressures of ruling a household would not fall on his own shoulders. This did not mean that his ambitions where doused, far from it, all it meant was that he was forced to broaden his horizons.

i.c.

It was a beautiful day as Cedon’s party departed from Cairhien. For months, Cedon played at being a noble, going to balls and listening to the mindless dribble that they all spoke to each other, in the attempts to make the other’s slip a bit of knowledge they wanted kept hidden. It was maddening and extremely boring. Then one evening about a week ago an Illianer came to court and pronounced that the Great Hunt for the Horn was being proclaimed in Illian and all hunters are welcome to come to take the oath and put there names down in history. Cedon knew that he would be one of those hunters. He turned to his best friend who was surrounded by ageing Maidens of other Minor houses and smiled. And even in despite his own situation he smiled back. So it was that both Minor nobles set out with a small retinue of guardsmen from each house.

“How long do you think it will take us to get to Illian at this pace?”

Gotta love DOWN - Witchtripper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fCoz5P3foY

have to admit was expecting either this or grey;

You belong to the White Ajah!

The White Ajah is the smallest Ajah, and they are devoted to seeking the truth. They seek answers that can rarely be found in worldly knowledge, and are often great philosophers. Whites are renowned for their serenity and calm heads, and carefully consider every situation with implacable logic. They can often seem cold and emotionless and are said to lack passion altogether, though this need not always be true.

This is your result in its entirety:

White Ajah: 7

Gray Ajah: 4

Brown Ajah: 4

Blue Ajah: 4

Red Ajah: 3

Green Ajah: 2

Yellow Ajah: 1

***Please see the discusion thread first before posting***

Archaon chuckled to himself as he thought of the impending doom of those whom called themselves Aes Sedai. “The Tower must crumble” where the words the Great Lord had said to him as soon as he escaped from that cursed prison. Being one of the first imprisoned the years seemed to have past in a blinking of an eye but that made no difference to him. The knowledge that he had been locked away for over three thousand years aggravated him. He was the one who had betrayed the Dragon's plot to the Great Lord and gave him enough warning to prepare the counterstroke yet these insignificant mortals don’t even remember his name!

Stepping through a gateway into Tel’aran’rhiod and into a land that was once his home. Although the city had fallen in the war against the shadow, here he could at least bring Mar Ruois’ likeness back. The Great Lord had brought him up to speed on the way of life in this age and of current events so he was not completely ignorant of this new world, however he despised everything about it and hated what they had let fall into forgetfulness.

It has always been customary for the one who call’s the meeting to choose its setting. Archaon smiled as a thought occurred to him and the world shifted and the high vaulted ceiling of the legendary Hall of Servants appeared around him. Archaon laughed abruptly as he noticed what he was wearing. His black silk tunic and breeches were gone and replaced by the uniform he once wore as a Aes Sedai/General of the Lord of the Morning including the Dragon down each sleeve. His laughter was as bitter as the laugh he had done the day he revealed himself and saw the look on Lews Therrin’s face as he was betrayed by one he had called brother and friend. Then his white clothes seemed to turn black as if burned and he was once as he was and the only white were that of the lace at his cuffs and shirt and the white of the Aes Sedai symbol that adorned the hilt of his power forged blade that had been frozen with him.

He took a seat in the chair that had once been his at the right hand of the Lord of Morning and draped one of his legs over the arm of the chair. A goblet of the finest red wine appeared in his hand as he awaited the others.

lol that is very true, or they are looking down, person above me, they are never looking off at something.

The person above me makes a good point never noticed that about Renji's hair. Will also watch the acronyms in future, sorry

Retro rocking with Zelda: Link to the Past SNES

PAM Owns this thread lol